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The Bellas winning acapella competitions was old news at this point. Ever since they had gotten a brand new crop of girls and embraced change, they had won every single one they’d entered, the competitions not even remotely close a lot of the time as they proved time and time again why they deserved to be champions. It was often said that no acapella team on the circuit had the sort of chemistry that the Barden Bellas, and really it was no wonder that they kept winning when they were so perfectly synced.
A lot of that could be contributed to the fact that they were almost never apart, they even lived together in a former sorority house on campus now. Every victory was a huge celebration, no matter how big or how small the competition was, and tonight’s third ICCA win, solidifying their streak, was no exception to that.
“WE’RE CHAMPIONS BITCHES!” Amy hollered loudly as she led the Bellas into the bar, met with a chorus of cheers from the patrons already inside, her fellow competitors simply rolling their eyes and laughing at her now all too familiar antics.
“First round of tequila shots are on me.” Beca smirked as she sauntered up to the bar, “Captain’s treat.”
“it better be!” Amy snorted, “We worked our asses off in there to make you look good.”
“And here I was thinking you did it because of your deeply rooted love of acapella…” Beca rolled her eyes as she flagged the bartender down.
“Nah, I’m in it for the men.” Amy shrugged nonchalantly, “There’s just something about those sweaty nerds that gets my motor running.”
“You’re so fucking weird.” Beca chuckled, carrying the tray of tequila shots over to where their friends were waiting for them, handing them out, “Alright… here’s to another incredibly successful acapella season. Lord knows it wouldn’t be the same without each and every one of you. I love you awesome nerds.”
“To the Barden Bellas!” Chloe beamed, the group echoing her statement as they clicked their shot glasses together and quickly downing the contents.
A round of beers quickly followed, the Bella quickly settling into the bar to celebrate their victory. They loved to spend time together like this, to celebrate the things that they could achieve together, but also to let their hair down after so much hard work and intense preparation. Prepping for the ICCAs was always a fun experience, but it came with a lot of stress too, not to mention it was physically exhausting too. But now they could simply party without having to worry about classes and practice, now they could just have fun.
As often happened when they had copious amounts of alcohol, the night devolved into fits of laughter and ridiculous games, despite the fact they were in a public arena. At this stage in the night, with beers and definitely one too many tequila shots on board, the Bellas had reached the point of drunken dares. It had been a lot of fun, Stacie had eagerly gotten onto the bar for the duration of Low, Amy had enthusiastically let the three guys the Bellas had picked out take a body shot from her, and Flo’s back flip over the table had almost gotten them kicked out despite being met with cheers and applause.
“Alright Shortstack.” Stacie slung her arms around Beca’s shoulders, a little unsteady but by no means past the point of no return, still in full control of her faculties, “Your turn.”
“No…” Beca groaned, shaking her head, “You guys always try to get me to do the most embarrassing shit.”
“You’re the team captain, you have to do a dare.” Chloe frowned, pouting a little, “This is what bonds us Becs, you have to do it for the family!”
“Okay drunky…” Beca chuckled, gently prying Chloe’s ninth tequila shot out of her hand, “You’re officially in the weird prophesising stage of the Chloe Beale drunk experience, which means no more tequila for you.”
“Meanie…” Chloe pouted more, leaning into Beca as she huffed heavily, “Okay, I’ll put the tequila down IF you do a dare.”
“Oh we’re playing dirty are we Beale?” Beca arched her eyebrow at her, smirking a little as Chloe’s big blue eyes looked at her pleadingly, “Fine, whatever, so your worst…”
She rolled her eyes as Chloe cheered happily, throwing her arms around Beca’s neck and hugging her tightly. Beca gently pushed her off, a light blush on her cheeks as she turned to Stacie, shoving her hands into her jeans pockets as she sighed heavily.
“Alright Legs… do your worst.”
“I dare you…” Stacie hummed thoughtfully, looking around the bar before turning back to Beca with a shit-eating grin, “To go make out with the hot redhead that’s been looking at your ass all night.”
“Are you serious?!” Beca scoffed, rolling her eyes heavily, “Is everything about sex with you?”
“I didn’t say bone her on the bar.” Stacie raised her eyebrow, “Just kiss her, maybe a little tongue, some light groping, no biggie, you’re so dramatic.”
Beca snorted looking across the bar and spotting the redhead that Stacie was talking about. If nothing else, Beca couldn’t deny that Stacie had truly great taste in women. She was tall, her red hair short and choppy, and even from over here, Beca could see that she her hazel eyes were indeed focused none too subtly on her ass.
“C’mon Mitchell, a dare’s a dare. Are you really going to tell me that you don’t wanna hit that?” Stacie raised her eyebrow sharply.
Beca just shrugged a little, hands deep in the back pocket of her jeans. Now, Beca had changed a lot since first starting at Barden, no longer the same painfully awkward introvert that she had been (or at least, not as much of one anyway), but still somehow the prospect of approaching a random woman in a bar and sticking her tongue down her throat made Beca a little… uneasy. Not to mention, the none so insignificant fact that she was already seeing someone (in secret because as much as she loved her Bella sisters they were also incredibly nosey and that made dating anyone a little tricky) and she wasn’t about to go a kiss a random stranger in a bar all in the name of keeping her budding relationship a secret.
“So, um…” Beca frowned a little, “All I have to do is make out with the hot redhead that’s been staring at my ass all night then? That’s the dare?”
“Yup.” Amy nodded, “Why, are you chicken?”
“Nope.” Beca popped the p as she quickly downed another tequila shot, “Not anymore anyway.”
She rolled her shoulders back, taking half a step forwards before suddenly turning on her heel and grabbing the front of Chloe’s t-shirt, smirking as she pulled her into her and planted a deep kiss onto her lips. Chloe grinned against her, draping her arms around Beca’s neck as she drew her tongue across her bottom lip.
Beca eagerly deepened their kiss, one hand cupping Chloe’s ass and squeezing it, the other snaking deep into her hair. Sure, both of them were fairly drunk at this point, but honestly keeping this secret had been exhausting, and really as annoying as the Bellas would undoubtedly be about this, they really did want to share the happiness and comfort they had found in each other with everyone important to them.
“So…” Beca mumbled, a little breathless as she pulled back from Chloe for air, turning in the arms that had wound around her waist during their time kissing each other, smirking at their friends who were looking at them, gobsmacked, “I kissed the hot redhead, what do I win?”
“Uh…” Stacie opened and closed her mouth a few times.
“She did.” Chloe beamed, kissing Beca’s cheek, “And I have been checking out her ass all night, it looks great in these jeans.”
“You gotta give it to her.” Amy shrugged, “She did the dare.”
“Okay…” Stacie shook her head a little, chuckling, “I mean, I’d say that Chloe Beale was the prize, but um… pizza’s on me?”
“Now that I can get behind.” Beca smirked, leaning back into Chloe as she continued to softly kiss her face and neck.
“I’ll be holding you to those words later.” Chloe hummed against her neck, Beca’s cheeks blushing beet red as her fingers slid under the hem of her shirt, Chloe’s teeth teasingly nipping her skin.
“Chlo, we’re in public.” Beca hissed, even though despite her protests she didn’t push her away, “You’ve definitely had too many tequila shots.”
“Maybe you should take me back to our hotel room then.” Chloe raised her eyebrow, hugging Beca’s waist a little tighter as she ground her hips into her ass, “Really teach me a lesson for being a bad girl…”
“Okay.” Beca quickly untangled them, taking Chloe’s hand in hers, “We um… we’re kinda beat now, so we’re heading back to the hotel, you uh… you kids be safe and all that.”
“Yeah, hit that thing Red!” Amy called after them, Beca flipping them off over her shoulder as Chloe quickly tugged her out of the bar.
“Told you that would work.”
“Yeah…” Stacie shook her head, pulling a twenty dollar bill from her purse and handing it to Amy, “I’m never doubting you again.”